Here are the young men,a weight on their shouldersHere are the young men,well where have they been?We knocked on the doorsof hell's darker chambersPushed to the limitswe dragged ourselves inWatched from the wings asthe scenes were replayingWe saw ourselves now aswe never have seenPortrayal of the traumas and degenerationThe sorrows we sufferedand never were freedWhere have they been (4)

Weary inside, now our heatslost foreverCan't replace the fearor the thrill of the chaseThese rituals showed up the doorfor our wanderingsOpened and shut, then slammedin our faceWhere have they been (4)